LYDIA

Joey was a good man.

Even though he was more or less a stranger to me, I saw the kindness in his eyes. It was a vital part of him, and it defined him more than any other attribute he could probably have.

The kindness was evident in the way he spoke to the nurses and patients alike, in the way he held himself. It was evident and present in the way he laughed, in the way he cared about people without even having to say anything.

It was obvious in the way he held my hand while I ate, ...